In retrospect I see that in day-to-day operations there is just nothing going on. If one partakes of the concept of experience and it’s tag-along buddy karma it’s quite easy to see how one’s life and living experiment is coming full circle….

Walking on tethered feet tip-toeing through the tulips we look left and right for any worm sign. And even when there is some to be had, there are none. Life is strange that way where all is provided for and yet… and yet we beckon to scarcity…

Creeping slowly upon the sleeping, the unawares, effectual time comes inevitably knocking on our door seeking recompense. Karma in it’s insistence on becoming real nourishes us with it’s delectable delights and yet we always seems to mourn…